Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

I half sit on Ryker's lap, frozen in shock and my lips moving with no words escaping my mouth. I barely noticed Ryker's arms circle around my waist, barely felt his hands try to calm me.

"When?" I rasp looking between Jagger and Finn with a look of horror on my face.

They didn't just get matching Medusa tattoos for shits and giggles. No. Tattoos like that had meaning.

Jagger's left thigh and Finn's right. Matching.

Fresh tears washed down my face. "When?" I raise my voice, the absolute devastation I was feeling clear to all three of them.

What had happened to them? Oh, Goddess I was going to be sick.

I had grown up with them. I barely missed any school days, or the motorcross races on weekends.

So when?

When had they been taken advantange of? What terrible awful thing could have happened for them to get survivor tattoos?

Jagger swallows so I direct my eyes at him. "The first time we were 15."

"The first- Goddess." I raise the back of my hand to my mouth. My body shuttered with horror.

Jagger scoots closer to me and slowly reaches out to take my hand, holding it in front of us as he bends down to be eye level with me. "Grayson girl..." He says softly, "We will tell you everything." I let out a small breath, but it doesn't do much as my emotions of rage and terror and sorrow reign over me. "Let's put some clothes on." He offers with a gentle voice.

As I exhale, a small whine escapes me. Jagger squeezes my hand in response.

All I can do is gape at him. "We were- Jagger." My heart feels like it's being squeezed, like claws were digging into the pumping fleshy mass and dragging it down towards my stomach. "I was- I could have-"

Jagger's eyes soften. "Grayson, there was nothing you could do."

My lungs restrict painfully. "I didn't even know." I gasp, leaning onto my hands and knees, Jagger's hand still wrapped in mine.

Finn shakes his head next to Jagger and my gaze snaps to his. "We didn't tell anyone at first. Not even Ryker and Ares."

I hiccuped as I looked at him. "Wh- what happened?" I ask slowly, dreading the answer but needing to know.

Finn raises a hand to my face, caressing my cheek. "Let's get dressed little wolf."

I numbly nod, my mind working too fast to fight any of them on this.

Ryker slides toward the end of the mattress, practically dragging me with him. When my feet drop onto the floor, I stumble. If Ryker wasn't holding my hand I would have fallen on my face. Ryker kisses my shoulder before pulling his shirt over my head.

I didn't know.

Goddess, I didn't know.

I didn't fucking know!

Jagger was my only fucking friend. And I didn't fucking know?

How could I not know my best friend was getting raped? And Finn. Goddess, Finn. Sweet Finn who brought me paper towels when I was covered in tomato soup.

My stomach turned. I lean onto Ryker's shoulder as he slides my underwear on.

Had they been touched when I was hiding from them? Goddess. The bile that sweeps up my throat is quelled by a swift channeling of air down my spine. The air sweeps over the back of my arms and swirl on the inside of my wrists.